80 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



Cor. And then mine shall be the praise of a countryman's life : 

 what will the rest sing of ? 



Pet. I will promise you I will sing another song in praise of 

 angling to-morrow night ; for we will not part till then, but fish 

 to-morrow, and sup together, and the next day every man leave 

 fishing, and fall to his business. 



Yen. 'Tis a match ; and I will provide you a song or a catch 

 against then too, which siiall give some addition of mirth to the 

 company ; for we will be civil and as merry as beggars. 



Pisc. 'Tis a match, my masters ; let's e'en say grace, and 

 turn to the fire, drink the other cup to wet our whistles, and so 

 sing awav all sad thoughts. 



Come on, my masters, who begins ? I think it is best to draw 

 cuts, and avoid contention. 



Pet. It is a match. Look, the shortest cut falls to Coridon. 



CoR. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention. 



CORIDON'S SONG. 



Oh the siveet contentment 

 The countryman doth find! 



Heigh trolie lollie loc, 



Heigh trolie lollie lee. 

 That quiet coritcmplation 

 Possesselh all ?/jy mind: 



Then care away. 



And wend along with me. 



For coints are full of flattery, 

 As hath too oft been tried ; 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, 8fc. 

 The city full of wanto?iness. 

 And both are full of pride ; 



Then care aivay, S^'c. 



Hut oh .' the honest countryman 

 Spea/is truly from his heart. 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, &cc. 

 His pride is in his tillage. 

 His horses and his cart: 



Then care away, Sfc. 



